YMCMB, rawest n*ggas doing it School for the blind, I don’t see these n*ggas doing it I’m doing it and doing it and doing it well N*ggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail? Hit you like a bully b*tch, yeah saved by the bell If you scared, go to church I’ll see you in hell And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails Everybody fake so I got real for sale Gunpowder fill the air Rappers *******’ on theyself, you could smell the fear And these b*tches laying flowers cause the king is near T-Raw this is the new flavour in ya ear N*ggas softer than baby hair Why you acting tough, heard you work at Build-a-bear I’m a a dealer all my girls come in deuce and pairs I’m in the building I construct so light this muthaf*cker up What the funk you beezy’s want I’m ready to hump the car I call it ele-phunk Trunk in the front Man she give me good brain cause she feel dumb I just keep going like the bunny till I feel numb Yeah these b*tches want it I put my man’s on it That 110 Sup’, that Ferrari California N*ggas want beef, call me Tony Romo You potatoes on the sofa Lazy muthaf*ckas why you ain't even trying Rich or die trying, why you n*ggas ain't died yet? Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly **** And I’m with the business skip peon with a ty clip Stay on the flight yeah I’ma trip Probably up in Paradise chillin’ like Parliaments Flow got a boner, you could say I’m on some harder **** Bout to make the speaker buss’
Crank this muthaf*cka up
Okay, really I get money I get money like a b*tch She ain't goin’ nowhere but I swear that b*tch a trip You see how the diamonds get to dancing Yeah, ya money short, get some pants and **** I be with a n*gga with a big ol’ **** Yeah I like them b***s you be shooting them bricks F*ck you in the game for? B*tch we up three sippin’ this game four Tell ‘em listen, couple bad b*tches’s Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and **** Intervention b*tch I pay ya pension Oh you say what? I don’t pay attention Yeah these n*ggas want it I put my b*tches on it You know the tattoo’s got Nicki initials on it I put the ***** on ‘em, cook ‘em a pot roast Then pull off in the Ghost B*tch I do the most
What the funk you beezy’s want? It ain't your turn, better have my money Friday like Big worm Can’t see you n*ggas, you like a little germ B*tches know I’m excellent like Mr Burns See my d*ck like Butter churn Baby churn and ya girl with me fo’ sure That ain't your concern She forgot about her other man, she will never learn On a mic till I die, RIP chick huh Yessir, colder than the Pitt**urgh? Winter fresher than a Will Smith T-S*irt These spurts coming through Last King and a hearse Ask later, shoot first, got shooters like dirt When it hurts leave you losers bruised up Bruce Lee nunchucks Toe from the floor up though Duck, rubber duck now you like oh shucks Tell the neighbours I don’t give a f*ck
Crank this muthaf*cka up
[00:14.84]YMCMB, rawest n*ggas doing it [00:17.71]School for the blind, I don’t see these n*ggas doing it [00:20.25]I’m doing it and doing it and doing it well [00:22.45]N*ggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail? [00:25.18]Hit you like a bully b*tch, yeah saved by the bell [00:27.75]If you scared, go to church I’ll see you in hell [00:30.30]And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails [00:32.85]Everybody fake so I got real for sale [00:35.46]Gunpowder fill the air [00:37.26]Rappers *******’ on theyself, you could smell the fear [00:40.74]And these b*tches laying flowers cause the king is near [00:43.29]T-Raw this is the new flavour in ya ear [00:46.02]N*ggas softer than baby hair [00:48.47]Why you acting tough, heard you work at Build-a-bear [00:51.08]I’m a a dealer all my girls come in deuce and pairs [00:53.67]I’m in the building I construct so light this muthaf*cker up [00:56.81]What the funk you beezy’s want [00:58.70]I’m ready to hump the car I call it ele-phunk [01:01.21]Trunk in the front [01:02.37]Man she give me good brain cause she feel dumb [01:04.66]I just keep going like the bunny till I feel numb [01:06.84]Yeah these b*tches want it [01:08.74]I put my man’s on it [01:09.57]That 110 Sup’, that Ferrari California [01:12.12]N*ggas want beef, call me Tony Romo [01:14.86]You potatoes on the sofa [01:16.63]Lazy muthaf*ckas why you ain't even trying [01:20.26]Rich or die trying, why you n*ggas ain't died yet? [01:22.90]Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly **** [01:25.26]And I’m with the business skip peon with a ty clip [01:28.04]Stay on the flight yeah I’ma trip [01:30.76]Probably up in Paradise chillin’ like Parliaments [01:33.20]Flow got a boner, you could say I’m on some harder **** [01:36.36]Bout to make the speaker buss’ [01:37.51] [01:39.50]Crank this muthaf*cka up [01:45.57] [01:48.50]Okay, really I get money [01:49.79]I get money like a b*tch [01:51.37]She ain't goin’ nowhere but I swear that b*tch a trip [01:54.10]You see how the diamonds get to dancing [01:56.73]Yeah, ya money short, get some pants and **** [01:59.95]I be with a n*gga with a big ol’ **** [02:01.88]Yeah I like them b***s you be shooting them bricks [02:05.20]F*ck you in the game for? [02:07.09]B*tch we up three sippin’ this game four [02:09.37]Tell ‘em listen, couple bad b*tches’s [02:11.94]Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and **** [02:14.74]Intervention b*tch I pay ya pension [02:17.06]Oh you say what? I don’t pay attention [02:19.74]Yeah these n*ggas want it [02:21.36]I put my b*tches on it [02:22.62]You know the tattoo’s got Nicki initials on it [02:25.15]I put the ***** on ‘em, cook ‘em a pot roast [02:27.70]Then pull off in the Ghost [02:29.07]B*tch I do the most [02:30.16] [02:30.74]What the funk you beezy’s want? [02:32.59]It ain't your turn, better have my money [02:34.19]Friday like Big worm [02:35.90]Can’t see you n*ggas, you like a little germ [02:38.56]B*tches know I’m excellent like Mr Burns [02:41.25]See my d*ck like Butter churn [02:43.19]Baby churn and ya girl with me fo’ sure [02:45.18]That ain't your concern [02:46.42]She forgot about her other man, she will never learn [02:48.92]On a mic till I die, RIP chick huh [02:51.53]Yessir, colder than the Pitt**urgh? [02:53.76]Winter fresher than a Will Smith T-S*irt [02:56.34]These spurts coming through Last King and a hearse [02:59.07]Ask later, shoot first, got shooters like dirt [03:01.52]When it hurts leave you losers bruised up [03:04.13]Bruce Lee nunchucks [03:05.63]Toe from the floor up though [03:06.97]Duck, rubber duck now you like oh shucks [03:09.42]Tell the neighbours I don’t give a f*ck [03:12.24] [03:13.72]Crank this muthaf*cka up [03:35.73]
